"The Mirror Waters". Birth, age, death. The sudden realization. of aging and attempts to hide from time.. Time is crucial yet essential.. For ever and never, life lies between them..
fear and sweat, my muscles ache. I smile but it's just a fake. I fade away. it troubles me, what you're gonna say. just a day away. and you will be here to stay.
Fear and sweat, my muscles ache. I smile, but it's just a fake. I fade away. It troubles me, what you're gonna say. Just a day away. And you will be here to stay.
He worries no more than he. Necessarily needs to fill his void. As big as space never ending thrill. He meets his will by choosing hate. . Why choosing?.
Confidence and hope. I'm looking forward to future plans. Not able to realize yet. Makes me wanna take a rope. or swallow some pills any time. But let's have a look.
Slowly... Flying silent. Touching the wind as it sadly sings... for me. Aging on the outside. With my youth in my empty hands. Lost all that I was living for, live no longer.
I'm waiting for your hands. to fold around my wrist. I'm mellowing in warm grass. And the scent of you I've missed. . And blue is representing. The draft in my heart.
The Gathering are:. Niels Duffhues - vocals, acoustic guitars. Frank Boeijen - keyboards, synthesizers, samples. Rene Rutten - electric and acoustic guitars.
Mother earth looks at her closely. She looks at her baby and she sighs. The slight breathing pause that she takes. It builds her and makes her strong.
Its quest around the sun. Mankind on the run. Overwhelming indifference. Destruction fills my eyes. Blue and full of life. Wandering through time. Being outer space.
Deprivation of my sleep. is so bad. I need to weep. myself into a coma. . And drift far far away. from reality. . sing me a lullaby. "Summertime". . I'm dreaming.
The bowels of my thoughts, icy lake. Drain emotions from my bleeding soul. Tears that follow burn my skin. Dread to see myself, I ain't me. The sun encircles my shape on the ice.
it has always been in the back of my mind. dreaming about going to the corners of time. i always wanted to fly in strange machines. . i wanna do centuries in a lifetime.
It has always been in the back of my mind. Dreaming about going through corners of time. I always wanted to fly in strange machines. . I wanna do centuries in a lifetime.
And the dreamer sets his sails.... Avoiding all cliffs and stones. But the dreamer is never alone. Always trying to catch the moon. Sailing on winds of desolation.
Jump in heat. Plunge to your truth. Agree with your youth. Consider defeat. Part and part. And separate. We will. . Brand new paths. In ways to soothe.
Toda una vida de lucha y de trabajo sostenida sin nunca aflojar. Toda una vida de lucha y de trabajo sostenida sin nunca flaquear. Un pajaro en su jaula en primavera sabe claramente que hay algo.
Break yourself through the clouds. and build above those sleepy buildings. Mistified by your capabilities. all is yours if you can handle. Visable from higher than the sky.